Exciting Encounter with aPenPals Guy (Part 1)

Exciting Encounter through aPenPals Site (Part 1)
By Mimi, a housewife.

After dinner, Moha drove me back to my studio and asked me to have a bath and do my things Then he went home and collected his clothes to spend a few nights with me. He had no feelings of embarrassment or guilt and assured me that his wife would be in charge of the cooking and that she would come to the studio every morning to make sure everything was nice and clean. He also reiterated in full confidence that he wasn’t hiding anything from his wife as to his sexual relationship with me.

At about ten in the evening, Moha came back with a small bag in which he had his clothing items.

“Moha, make love with me. I want you to give me a baby like your brother Belgacem!” I whispered.

I held on to him, resting my head on his shoulder, letting him breathe the scent that I had dabbed on.

“You mean you want me to make you pregnant?” Moha gulped for air.

“Yes, I am in my fertile period, ready for you to fertilize my egg,” I added.

I didn’t finish the sentence, Moha drew me closer and kissed me forcefully, clamping his mouth over mine. We kissed passionately, sucking and clawing at each other wildly. His hands traveled over my body, tracing the curve of my spine, caressing the shape of my breasts, and touching the roundness of my behind.

Together we fell on the bed, limbs locked together in a fit of passion. For the first time, the heat of passion 9n the room matched he physical temperature. I reached down and felt the hardness that had tented his shorts, stroked his manly cock, and was thrilled at the feel of it.

“Have you ever seen a cock this size?” he asked. me breathlessly.

“Not that long and thick,” I answered.

I shook my head, eyes wide with excitement. I sat back on the bed, my eyes fixed on Moha’s sweaty body, avoiding his eyes in my shame.

Moha lay on his back and began to wriggle out of his shorts, carefully pulling the band away and then slipping them down slowly. First the purple dome on his cock appeared, and then the long, veined of it, and finally th3 pit of dark, curly hair at the base.

My eyes were fixed on the apparition, on the gloriously erect penis, the first that I had ever seen after the death of Belgacem, his brother. I marveled, at the length, at the way it seemed to throb and flex as he moved, at the tears that it cried from the tip.

“It’s so big” I exclaimed excitedly, and was surprised to hear the moans that my exclamation elicited from the naked man before me.

“Touch it, stroke it,” Moha whispered, his voice quivering with excitement.

For a moment I wondered if he had ever shown it to anyone else (except his wife) before, his excitement was that great. Very carefully I reached out and touched it, my painted fingertips caressing the silky smooth skin. It felt good, exciting, enticing. I touched it again, this time using my fingers to stroke it delicately, from the tip down to the base and back again. Moha moaned, squirmed, and lifted his body up to my touch.

“Now you must kiss it,” he whispered.

“Kiss it?” I asked, astounded by the strange request.

“Yes, it’s a tradition in my country,” he explained earnestly. “When a beautiful wife first makes love to a new lover, she has to show her appreciation by putting her lover’s organ into her mouth.”

“They do this in Libya?” I asked dubiously.

“They do this all over the country, even in Benghazi,” he assured me.

I shrugged and then knelt down beside the naked Libyan. Up close my eyes traveled the full length of his anatomy, incredulously examining every inch of his vital organ. The tip of my finger touched the bulb on the end of his cock, and I felt him tense up, trying to hold something back. I licked him slowly, using my tongue to lathe the flesh of his cock, to taste the silky skin over the tight hardness of his cock. He tasted good, and I like the way his body responded to my mouth. Without bidding I opened my lips and took his prick deep into my mouth, tasting him properly, sucking away the droplets of fluid that were jewels on the tip of the glans.

Soon Moha was writhing under me, moaning and sighing while I mouth and sucked and licked him. It felt so natural. I realized, that what he had been saying was probably true, that it was what all beautiful wives were treated to. And it was a treat, though perhaps not as great as a treat as it was for the man

“I have heard it said,” I explained breathlessly, pausing from my oral exploration of his hardness, “that some men from Zaouia repay this compliment to their beloved. Is this true?”

“Huh?” Moha grunted, propping himself up on one elbow, the excitement clear on his face.

I decided that actions were needed. I turned over on hands and knees, with my back to him, and began to inch up my back uniform. I was looking over my shoulder and was pleased to see the look of hunger in his eyes as I exposed my body to him. The uniform rose higher and I felt it pass over my thighs, over my bottom to reveal that I was wearing no panties underneath.

My guesses were true, for quick as a flash he was behind me, caressing my body with his hands, his breath stroking my pussy like the breeze. I squealed with horrified delight when I felt his fingers stroke my pussy, parting my canny lips and dipping into the wet heat inside. He stroked me for a moment, and then he began to kiss me there.

It was heaven: never had I imagined that such ecstasy was possible here on earth, never had I felt so alive. Moha’s tongue was lapping at the juices that flowed from my most secret place, licking the honey into his mouth where he savored it before swallowing. He was going deep into my pussy with his tongue, and then is fingers began to toy with my love button, with the bud that triggered blossoms of pleasure. It was my turn to sigh and pant, cry out with pleasure that rocked my body.

I screamed and felt my body shake as the power of orgasm enveloped me. There was pleasure without stop as he tongued me to climax after climax, his expert mouth and fingers teasing me beyond endurance

“Now fuck me! Take me, Lord Moha, take me!” I screamed ecstatically.

He mounted me from behind, parting my backside so that his cock could slip into the velvety sweetness of my pussy. He began to fuck me, hard and furious, his rhythm strong and fast. Each time he pushed forward I felt myself going dizzy, and then I began to use my own hand to play with my pussy bud. I screamed again, so loud that people in the street below might have heard me. It didn’t matter, I climaxed again and then felt him doing the same, lunging forward to pump his hot seed into my pussy. I have the strong feeling that Moha had just fertilized my egg and that in two weeks from now I’d test positive for pregnancy.

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